Purgatory's Pet

I am confined in Purgatory's cage, pacing back and forth, occasionally rattling a bar or two (just because I can). And as I stare off into the expanse of My impalpable future I see Her sitting sideways perpendicular to Me, with parallel tits, chin up, and gaze transfixed down on My thorax.

In two days I will find out if I live or die.

In the meantime, I will continue to rattle My bars in petty defiance.